So, I'm in the shelter.
I don't have access to maybeTen. She's still being watched by cops. I'm not sure how I'm going to get to her.
It gets worse, too. Eventually, cops are going to want to talk to me. See, I kinda told the people here that I came from an abusive relationship? I've said I'm not comfortable talking about it yet but I have to say something eventually, and my meal ticket isn't going to last forever.
I don't have much time. Eventually those things with dead eyes that used to be men might come back. They want maybeTen. I don't know why. I don't know where she was, or how she got out.
Then there's Smiley out there. I need to at least try to stop him. I owe it to them to at least try.
Should I call it "him"? Jeanette went out of her way not to. Alison never even referred to it by name, just by arcana.
I wish I knew what to do. I'm not the smart one. They were all so much smarter than me. Especially Jeanette...she was so much smarter than she thought she was. I think she was the smartest of us all.
Not me, though. I'm the dumb one.
I need a plan.
Where's all that crazy bravado I had when I was posting that random shit? Gone now that little Alice needs to actually get her hands dirty.
More when I find out what to do.
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